The church is not a dormitory for sleepers, it is an institution for workers; it is not a rest camp, it is a front line trench.

You might as well try and dam Niagara Falls with toothpicks as to stop the reform wave sweeping our land.

An excuse is a skin of a reason stuffed with a lie.

And if you think that anybody is going to frighten me, you don't know me yet.

Home is the place we love best and grumble the most.

Live so that when the final summons comes you will leave something more behind you than an epitaph on a tombstone or an obituary in a newspaper.

If you lack joy, your Christianity must be leaking somewhere